Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Hogwarts, midnight corridor.

The air was cold, as if an impenetrable layer of frost covered every inch of space.

Amanta tightened her robes and pressed her fingertips slightly harder on the wand.

Her steps were silent, and she moved precisely along the familiar route, avoiding the parading ghosts and Filch's occasional inspections.

She knew what she was doing and knew she had to do it.

Draco had changed so much.

The distance over the past few days - from his frequent absences from dinner to his deliberate avoidance of her gaze in the common room - all his actions seemed extremely unnatural.

Like a frightened owl, feathers ruffled, ready to flee at any moment.

But the thing is, Draco shouldn't be that kind of person.

He is a proud man and he never gets away with it easily.

"So, what is forcing him?" Amanta whispered to herself, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She had to figure it out.

Not long ago, she saw Draco hurriedly leaving the common room, his steps were quick and even with a hint of anxious urgency.

Her pupils contracted slightly and she followed without hesitation.

She didn't want Draco to continue like this.

She must know the truth.

The corridor was still empty and silent, and the dead of night made every tiny sound seem unusually sharp.

Amanta was wearing Harry's invisibility cloak and followed Draco closely with light and silent steps.

Draco's steps were steady but extremely fast, and he seemed to know the route well.

He passed through one arched corridor after another, and finally stopped in a hidden corner.

On the first basement floor of Hogwarts, in front of an abandoned classroom that was usually seldom visited.

Amanta was shocked.

She was very familiar with this place - Julius had held secret classes here before, and it was also in this classroom that he collected blood.

Alarm bells rang in her heart. She gripped her wand tightly and hid in the shadows next to the classroom, holding her breath and keeping her eyes fixed on Draco's movements.

Draco looked around and made sure that there was no one around. He whispered a few spells, and then the dust on the classroom door trembled slightly and the door slowly opened.

Amanta's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

What is he doing?

She bit her lip and quietly moved her feet to get a better view so that she could see the situation in the room clearly.

The classroom was dark and dilapidated. An old bookshelf in the corner had collapsed, with a few moldy books scattered around. The air was filled with a rotten smell, as if this place had been forgotten by time.

However, in the corner of the classroom, on an old wooden table, there was a black velvet box.

Draco slowly walked to the table, reached out and opened the lid of the box——

Nothing.

He was stunned for a moment, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Damn it..." He cursed under his breath and clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

The sound of Amanta's heartbeat almost drowned out her thoughts.

What should be in the box? Why is it empty?

However, at this moment, a low and cold voice sounded from the shadows of the classroom.

"It seems that you still haven't completed the task, Malfoy."

Amanta's pupils suddenly contracted and she quickly pressed herself against the wall.

That mysterious man in black robe? !

She subconsciously held her breath, clenched her wand, and her heart beat so fast that it almost burst through her chest.

Why is he here?! Why is he allowed to come and go freely in Hogwarts?!

Draco's shoulders stiffened suddenly, and he turned quickly, holding his wand tightly, but he didn't raise it after all -

It was as if he had already known that the appearance of this man was expected.

In the darkness, a figure in a hooded robe slowly walked out from the corner.

The man was wearing a long robe with a hood covering his face, revealing only a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth. He held a slender magic wand in his hand, and the tip of the wand tapped lightly on his palm, making a cold sound.

"Not very efficient." The black-robed man's voice was low and cold, with a kind of mockery that made people feel cold in their hearts, "Is it lost, or, you didn't find it at all?"

Draco's fingers tightened, his nails almost digging into his palms.

His expression didn't waver, but his voice became hoarse: "It used to be here."

“Once upon a time?” The black-robed man’s tone was full of contempt. He sneered and slowly approached. “Unfortunately, I don’t care about ‘once upon a time’ - I want now.”

The air seemed to be forcibly compressed, and the magical fluctuations in the room were like an invisible net, quickly imprisoning Draco. Every breath he took seemed to be suffocating.

"You know, my patience is always limited." The black-robed man continued, his voice cold and carrying an increasingly strong sense of danger, "Where is the Gaunt emblem? You're not going to tell me that you can't even find its shadow?"

Draco pursed his lips tightly, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He forced himself to remain calm: "I will find it."

The man in black robe smiled sarcastically, suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Draco's chest.

"Do you know who you are, Malfoy?"

Draco didn't respond, but just stared at him, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"You are nothing more than a tool that can be replaced at any time." The black-robed man curled his lips slightly, his tone cold, "Don't think that your bloodline and your family can protect you. You are wasting my time and my patience."

He moved his wand slightly, and an invisible force suddenly hit Draco's chest, knocking him to the ground in an instant!

Amanta was so startled that her wand almost slipped out of her hand and she almost rushed out.

But she knew—she couldn't!

The man in black robe looked down at Draco lying on the ground and said coldly: "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer before the next meeting, otherwise..."

He waved his wand gently, and an almost imperceptible "crack" sound was heard in the air - that was the subtle sound made when the bone was under too much pressure and was about to break.

Draco clenched his teeth, his face pale, but he didn't cry out in pain.

But the way he knelt on one knee said it all; his breathing was rapid and heavy, and he was obviously unable to hold on.

The man in black robe sneered and retracted his wand, then looked down at the kneeling Draco, seeming to feel a little contempt for his stubbornness.

"If you don't come with the answer when we next meet, I will personally escort you to Merlin."

He turned and disappeared into the shadows, and silence returned to the room, leaving Draco alone.

He knelt on the ground in a mess, supporting himself with his hands, gasping for breath.

Amanta leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

She couldn't hesitate any longer.

Draco has been caught up in an extremely dangerous conspiracy.

And she couldn't just stand by and watch.

No matter what the cost, she must save him——